Riddled in sleeves, protection is projected in heaves
My moderation would shatter dust in bits.

Without haste, without recommendation, without proper foundation. The emptiness of the wondrous is certain to fulfill my collimation. Contained in freedom, what’s to waste?

Listening above and beyond (the earth), my body, mind, as well as soul
I’ve cleansed my feet along the shores of time.
Beyond the outside world of listeners extents are boundless, fruitful in nature.
Bound to time by minds alike. Please share the light. Resolve the untold.

Listen above
Your mind
And Body
Dispersed soul.

Drawn a deaf ear to countless insatiable cries.
Keeping my pages thin. Fitting them with me in the path of heaven’s nebulous.